Hafizola triumphantly watched as the surrendered Soviet soldiers walked out of the houses one by one, their weapons confiscated, and their heads quickly escorted into the car with black cloth covers on their heads.
Unlike his dejected comrades, Seryosha was constantly feeling his surroundings, and as it was dark before him, Seryosha felt a sense of familiarity, as he had done in Lubyanka.
Sitting in the bumpy car, Seryosha pricked up his ears and listened to everything around him, he silently estimated the route of the car, and carefully wrote down every turn, stop and accelerate Seryosha carefully.
After about an hour, Seryosha suddenly heard the sound of running water in his ears, and he smelled a pungent smell in his nose.
With a "squeak", Seryosha's car finally stopped, and they were taken outside one by one, and then their hoods were removed, and Seryosha's eyes suddenly transitioned from darkness to bright environment, and he felt very uncomfortable, but he still forced himself to keep his eyes open and carefully observe his surroundings.
The first thing that catches your eye is a huge plane, and at a glance you know that it is the hijacked An-22 heavy transport plane.
Seryosha's eyes didn't linger too much on it, he looked around beyond the plane, and he saw a meandering river flowing into the distance.
In the distance, there was a field of flowers and greenery, which looked like cloth to dry.
Combined with the pungent smell in the air, Seryosha was sure that it must be a cloth dyeing workshop.
As soon as Seryosha wanted to take a closer look at the surrounding environment, the SN fighters who were in charge of guarding them began to drive them into the plane, Seryosha felt a little surprised, why did he lock everyone up in such a place.
With a stomach full of questions, Seryosha first boarded the plane, and unexpectedly, the plane was not empty, a blonde young man in pilot costume was sitting inside.
More than 100 captives were quickly driven into the plane, everyone watched the pilot be silent, the pilot stood up awkwardly, and introduced himself: "My name is Anton, I am the pilot of this plane, and I am the same as you" Anton swallowed back the second half of the sentence under everyone's angry gaze.
"It seems that this place is spacious enough for so many of us to live together" Seryosha said as he walked towards Anton, he reached out and took Anton's hand, and then said: "It's nice to meet you, my name is Seryosha" Anton was moved to tears by Seryosha's enthusiasm, and for the past few days he has been terrified, afraid that he will die here, that he will never return to his hometown, that he will never see his beloved lover again.
He began to greet everyone warmly: "It's nice to meet everyone, I'm just doing my best to be a little excited, and there is no malice, I" "Can you tell me about the situation around here, and you'd better tell me everything you know why they're keeping us here" Seryosha didn't have time to listen to Anton's nagging, he learned everything about it as soon as possible.
"As far as I know, they are afraid that our air force will suddenly attack and blow up this plane, after all, there are less than 100 planes in the world, and there are many people who are interested, even if it is a dismantled part, it can be sold at a good price" A lot of Anton's words are his speculations, and he does not know that in fact, the guerrillas actually think the same way.
It is true that some people have taken a fancy to this plane, and perhaps the Americans do not, but the Pakistanis, Iranians, and Chinese, more and more people are bidding for Hafizola, and if he wants to, he will definitely be able to sell it for a good price.
Seryosha felt that Anton's analysis made sense, but he saw that some of the objects on the plane with the logo of hazardous chemicals were neatly placed in the middle of the fuselage, and they were covered with canvas.
So Seryosha asked again: "What is over there?"
"Those were white phosphorus bombs that were delivered to the front, but unfortunately this time they also fell into the hands of the enemy," Anton replied.
"Why don't the white phosphorus guerrillas dispose of it," Seryosha asked, puzzled.
"It's very powerful, it's just a bomb used in an airplane, so the guerrillas don't use it, but these white phosphorus bombs are expensive, and I think they might want to smuggle them into Pakistan and sell them for a good price."
The reason why Anton said this is because the partisans asked about the cost of these things, and Anton answered at that time that it was about 20,000 rubles a piece, and here there are almost 100 pieces that are more than 2 million rubles, which is not a small amount of money.
The principle of the white phosphorus bomb is very simple, when he is dropped by the air, it will disintegrate and explode in the air, and the white phosphorus in the bomb will be evenly scattered into the air, and the white phosphorus will burn violently once it encounters the air, burning everything he touches.
Seryosha saw Boris smoking a cigarette and immediately snuffed out his cigarette.
Locked up with such a dangerous thing, Seryosha felt that the guerrillas were not afraid of them detonating these white phosphorus bombs at all, and if they wanted to die, everyone would not surrender, and everyone would look at these bombs cautiously, these SN fighters were really good at it. 。。。
In contrast to the helplessness of Seryosha's side, Hafizollah is now hospitably welcoming his new allies, the Khazais and Tajiks.
The fact that the three tribes joined forces for the first time to achieve such a big victory was something that no one expected beforehand.
Now Hafizola's fame has resounded in Afghanistan, and many people know him even as far away as Pakistan.
He has become the de facto leader of a coalition of three tribes.
And the most powerful thing is that Hafizola also captured a Soviet heavy transport plane, more than a hundred Soviet prisoners, and defeated the armored forces of the Kabul theater of operations.
All this is beyond the reach of other SN fighters.
But Hafizzola is now also facing a new problem, that is, he has no money, in the context of the formation of a coalition of three tribes, Hafizzola can not arm his soldiers only with weapons aided by the Americans, and now his defense area is larger and the responsibility is heavier.
He also needs more money to get better weapons back from the Americans, just like the anti-aircraft missiles and anti-tank missiles that are powerful this time, which are simply the killers of the guerrillas.
All the people at the banquet were full of hope for the liberation of Afghanistan and confidence in the prospects of the coalition forces, only Jalal was a little sullen.
He felt sick when he saw those Hazais, these damn infidels.
Ignoring the gaze of the people around him, Jalal left the banquet alone, and then he went straight back to the cave where he lived, and took out a satellite phone from his luggage when he left home, with only one number on it, which was not his parents and relatives, but a man whom Jalal regarded as a life coach, an S-scholar who was expelled from his home country because of S, a great prophet who dreamed of building a kingdom of God in Afghanistan. t1706231537: